From dirty kitchens to hospital beds.

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I actually thought about this one. Help a sista out.

Fifteen seconds ago I thought we were all hard, viscid,
red water spewing deteriorating sink membranes
through golden, amber, caramel, mahogany remains.

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Reacquainted with death, I am
seeking daylight in folded shades
plucking voices, eardrum to spades.